signals that may be absorbed , rejected , or on-passed and perhaps modified by matter
red bandanas
remote viewing
biblical and occult history
hyperdimensional physics
the paranormal
caving
treasure hunting
treasure hiding
cataglottism
trainspotting a.k.a. crap artistry (the collection of odd concepts and eccentric ideas
anuptaphobia
hide and seek
costuming
ray guns
tree climbing
meditating
flower picking
meteor showers
cooking
crashing parties
grifting
vision quests
expressed love
good poetry
body modification through odd tan-lines, bruising, accidental scarification, unintentionally inflicted cigarette burns and rust stains from old bracelets
puppets and their more allusive shadows
collages in all their variations: life, painting, antique picture organization, welded together music boxes, poetry, eccentric life scenarios, music, etc...
i am invisible to the electronic eye. & i have determined that it must be a genetic defect. meaning, i owe it to my parents - circus contortionists who often disassembled themselves, scattering their electrons to the winds. my birth happened in the back of a station wagon on a cerulean wyoming highway & now there is too much space in my makeup.
grocery store doors shut in my face or never open. i am in photos & family video tapes; always slightly out of focus with some background detail invading the edges of my persona. elevators close on my limbs. doctors have bombarded my frame with electromagnetism & pierced me with x-rays. in 1993, i was the subject of a nondescript article in a british paranormal journal called spectre. that is how they found me. a trio of female alchemists had hatched a scheme to return the earth to its original state. in preparation, they said, for the resurrection, they said, of the Goddess, who had been imprisoned by Death in the bottom of the great salt lake. they wanted me to help them rob the denver federal reserve so they could finance the operation.
things ended badly. two of them were killed by marshals when they went to buy guns from the SLA. i was waiting in the car.
that's how I got here. where I met you.
We had two spring days in winter. Earth is in its final countdown.
"I..ll write you in in a few days" was finally, a horrible lie. Sometimes i really think i have birds flying inside my head. i..m sorry. Necesito desaparecer de internet de vez en cuando. Aunque no me excusa de no haberte escrito.
it..s "Friend..s days" here.. i don..t know if it..s mundial or what but for me it..s a great excuse to say happy day my friend!!. estúpidos días comerciales.. the greatest of it all is that we don..t buy anything.. we just hugh and kiss.. so el capitalismo se hunde : ) i..ll write in a minute.
This is such a great quote, I had to pass it along!
"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction." ~E. F. Schumacher
Maybe as a world, we can get back to creative thinking again? That would ROCK!
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